| |
|
WAs it the
worke of nature or of Art?
which tempred so the
feature of her face:
that pride and meeknesse mixt
by equall part,
doe both appeare t'adorne her
beauties grace.
For with mild pleasance, which doth
pride displace,
she to her loues doth lookers eyes
allure:
& with sterne countenance back again doth
chace
their looser lookes that stir vp lustes
impure,
With such strange termes her eyes she doth
inure,
that with one looke she doth my life dismay:
and with another doth it streight recure,
her
smile me drawes, her frowne me driues away.
Thus
doth she traine and teach me with her lookes,
such
art of eyes I neuer read in bookes.
|
|
|
